Creme Puff- le Magnifique
Cream Puff, le Magnifique
You say that you put vanilla pudding in a cream puff?
I thought this was a misdemeanor or a felony.
Oh, cream puff, what is it about you?
With the first bite, I instantly hear
the first eight measures of Debussy's
Clair de Lune, not from a piano,
but the orchestra’s string section.
Doesn’t everyone?
Your pillow of puff is your golden crown
and below is a white cream
that could blind the whiteness
of the brightest clouds on a summer’s day.
To eat you is like breathing blissfulness.
And so, you see
my roommate fair
I am justified
hucking that tennis ball at you
down the hall
when you made off with
- the last cream puff- so stealthily.
Copyright © Michael Shoemaker | Year Posted 2023
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